When she came across a hint of a friend referring to this private institution, she didn’t feel like she had much of a choice than to try it out.
Today was her first meeting. The boss of the firm – Karl Worthington – was enjoying the right to conduct every first time interview himself, taking the opportunity to estimate the level of despair of the young woman coming in for help. He only accepted to make deals with women who seemed not only young and attractive but also willing and able to accept a harsh physical discipline.
When Stella entered his office he had already been busy all morning sorting out files and making appointments. What the customers didn’t know was that he worked closely with the local police department and had insight into each individual’s file containing every small transgression ever made.
He anticipated the young student Stella Stromquist, who looked beautiful in the application, and who seemed to be in very dire need of help.
Stella followed his call into his office and timidly opened the door. She saw this tall man sitting behind his desk, already looking at her intently, and hurried to offer a polite greeting.
During their conversation she noticed that he must be around fifty years old but not older, he had quite a bit of grey hair and a handsome face, clean shaven, and a very intense look in his dark blue eyes. He seemed attractive, and more importantly, he was very kind to her. Whatever apprehension she had brought to this appointment melted away as he spoke to her understandingly and reassured her that they were going to take care of her troubles. They looked at her bank statement and made a plan how the firm was going to cover the debt over a time of five months. The thought of being financially freed within the next half year gave Stella a feeling of profound relief and gratitude.
“So – Sir – – I still have no true idea yet of what this deal is made of. What… what should I give in exchange for your services?”
“I am glad we can come to this part of the deal now.” Karl seemed to change a little in his expression. The reason why I founded this organization is my honest belief that women of your kind need to learn a couple of things in life. Young women who want to live a life independent of men, rejecting their role as a wife and mother, rejecting their duty of leading a proper household. I have received your police file and can see that beyond your habit of accumulating debt you also have been pulled over for speeding twice. Do you think it’s appropriate for a young woman to be driving their own car?”
Stella stared at him. How could this kind and handsome man who had the flair of an educated strong father figure turn into a rightwing conservative man who obviously still upheld values from the 1950’s?
“Um – Sir – I… there are many women my age who choose to study and pursue their own career. What is wrong about that?”
“I am not here to discuss this. In my office I assert my convictions, not yours or anybody else’s. But I see that you need correction about your thinking and if you are willing to sign the terms of conditions here you agree that you will undertake some schooling. This is a decision that you will make right now. Your debts will be 100% taken care of – in turn, we will find a date for a session of correction and punishment. Are you willing to take this upon you?”
Stellas heart was racing. Suddenly the whole office seemed threatening and dark to her.
When her eyes fell on the payment papers and the sum total of debt that was weighing on her shoulders she heard herself quietly saying “yes.”
“I am glad to hear that. Let’s not waste any time. I will see you again the day after tomorrow in the afternoon at 5pm. You will arrive here with nothing on you, no cellphone, no wallet, just your bare clothes, your hair in a ponytail.
Until then, I will add all your transgressions from your police file and estimate the gravity of your debts – and on top I will take your set of mind into consideration. All of this will result in a punishment that I will think fit for your individual needs.
Do we agree on this?”
Stella nodded, her eyes on the floor.
“Once you leave my office after two and a half hours, you are free to leave and can restart your life as a better person.”
When he offered Stella a pen to sign the contract she comforted herself that it couldn’t be too bad and that she had to go through this for two and a half hours and then never again.
They parted with a kind greeting. The last thing she saw was his intense gaze on her, stern and humorless.
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Two days later Stella approached the office building again.
She wore tight Jeans, black heels, and a grey hooded sweater made of wool. Her dark blonde hair was tightly bound back in her neck and she wore almost no make up except for a little mascara that she was used to wearing in her daily routine.
She was told to sit in the waiting room until the boss was calling for her. Apart from another and younger man than Karl Worthington coming into the waiting room to take something from a shelf, she was by herself.
After almost thirty minutes she was taken to the office once more.
When she opened the door to what was an experience she never had before, Stella realized how her fingers trembled. Once more, the tall dark-haired man greeted his client, but not with a smile this time. With a few words he welcomed her in and told her to sit in front of him.
“I hope you are well today.” Stella nodded shyly.
“As we discussed in our prior meeting, today you will receive a disciplinary treatment. I have decided that you will receive this is three parts. In the first part, you will acknowledge that you deserve a punishment for speeding, which will be a bottom spanking with an instrument of my choosing. In addition for your attitude concerning marriage and your independence, I will perform a select number of slaps to your face. You will receive these in humility and silence.
I will demand your absolute obedience. If you fail to hold still and obey my every command, I will restrain you.
The second part will concern your debts. In this firm we have a standard of equaling ten strokes of the cane for every fifty thousand dollars of debt that we have. Since you have a debt of a hundred and ten thousand dollar – and yes that also counts in the debt you inherited from your parents – this will result in twenty strokes of the cane to your bare bottom. For the ten thousand dollars in addition you will receive five strokes of the crop to each breast.
The third part refers to your mindset. I will not accept a woman who does not know how to submit to a man. You must learn your place and role in society, and at the very end of our meeting, I will chastise your will until you are willing to serve all my manly needs.
I will no more ask for your consent at this point. Let us start with your first punishment.
Stand close to my desk and bend over it.”
Stella had listened to his decisions and started feeling a mix of fear and a trembling arousal. She felt the budding urge to obey this dominant man in every order he placed on her. Still she was slightly shaking when she was about to receive her first physical punishment. She put her elbows on the clean desk and felt that her ass was utterly exposed to him. She wished he would lay his strong hand on her but he went to the other side of the room and rummaged in a big closet. She held still and did not dare to turn around to look for him.
After a couple of minutes, he had returned and stood right behind her waiting body. She could not resist looking a little to the side to see what he held in hand. It was a wooden paddle, not too big, with a round flat surface and little holes in it.
“For driving your car and for driving it too fast, you will receive fifty strokes of the paddle. Say that you accept your punishment and acknowledge that you deserve it!”
Stella was quiet. When she realized that he actually expected her to form a sentence, she mustered to say: “I acknowledge that I deserve to be punished for speeding.”
“Good enough for now”, he mumbled. “Stay in position.” A rush of fear and excitement went through her skinny yet tall body when she clung to the desk in expectation. How much would it hurt? Would she endure fifty strokes?
The first stroke hit her ass and was followed by a pause. It was painful but at the same time she felt aroused. She had gasped a little but could proudly say that she could take the pain well. He obviously had paused to let her get her mind straight about what was going to come. But with the second hit of the paddle he started to ignore her reaction and mercilessly began to spank her ass with rhythmic strong hits of the round wooden device to her jeans-covered butt. She was a thin woman, but still her ass was round and even under the jeans it shook a little every time the harsh blow would hit her cheeks. He knew that under the fabric her skin had taken a red tone that would continue to turn into purple later today.
25… 26…27… He would not pause anymore but like a storm of rain and ice he struck blow after blow on her ass, giving her no chance to react.
34…35…36… he took all his strength he could muster and hit the paddle as hard as he could on her trembling ass cheeks, sternly convinced she deserved the ocean of pain and fire, she deserved to learn this lesson. Stella was overwhelmed with the pain – it was nothing like the first blow. Each hit added up to a rage of pain in her cheeks, her whole body was flushed and hot and she kept her hands firmly on the table and her eyes tightly shut. Every now and then she made a grunting noise from trying to handle the pain. She knew he was serious. He really believed in the punishment.